He didn’t talk to me all day, and he didn’t even bother coming back down after his session. Obviously he was upset and therapy might have messed him up even more, but he could’ve at least made sure I had a ride home. Thankfully Andrea drove me, but I was worried about him. I had no idea what the hell had happened to cause his behavior, but I knew he was basically shoving me to the side. I realized he shut down like this when the world became too much, but that didn’t mean it hurt me any less when he did. Once again, I must’ve messed up because I didn’t know what I’d done. Damn, smoking a little pot sounded good. I’d backed off sexually, but then he started being all overtly sexual sometimes, and now we were back to this screwed-up state of limbo, filled with misunderstandings. I barely slept. My mind kept me awake most of the night thinking about Elliott. I wondered what he was doing. I wondered what he was feeling. My mind spun all sorts of theories and plans to make things work between us where sex was concerned, but in the end, I realized that no matter how much I thought about it, things with Elliott might always be this stressed.
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